Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 432

Lucy wanted to help Gwendolyn out since she was Gwendolyn's friend.

Lucy wanted to help Gwendolyn out since she was Gwendolyn's friend. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Lucas tightened his grip around Lucy and said, “Babe, let's go to Melanie. Let's not disturb them.”

Lucas hoped for Gwendolyn and Patrick to get along fine without any disturbance from Lucy and himself upon thinking about how Patrick had a bullet in his head because of Gwen and how that bullet might kill Patrick at any time.

Maybe Pat can live longer if he's always in a good mood. Not even Kev is sure that the surgery will save him. That means it's a tough surgery. Kev's a genius doctor, after all. He's a miracle worker, but even he is saying that things aren't looking good for Pat. Pat's genuinely in danger this time.

Nevertheless, Lucy struggled and huffed, “You don't know anything, Lucas. Gwen only fell from the stairs because she was upset—because she saw Patrick sleeping with another woman. How can you tell me not to help her out now?”

Lucas did not care about that; he only cared about getting Lucy away from the scene.

Thus, he lifted her into his arms and strode toward the hospital.

Lucy smacked him. “Lucas Gomez, what are you doing? Put me down!”

As she thrashed around, she kept her gaze fixed on Gwendolyn. Patrick had a hand on Gwendolyn's shoulder, and Lucy knew her friend would not be able to break out of Patrick's grasp.

Unfortunately, there was nothing Lucy could do about that. Fighting with men would be akin to throwing an egg to a rock, and fighting against Lucas would be akin to jumping straight into the fire—a foolish

decision.

Lucy wanted to help Gwendolyn out since she was Gwendolyn's friend.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn was glaring at Patrick. “Let go of me.”

“I won't,” came Patrick's deep voice before he started pushing her into the car.

Gwendolyn screamed, “Patrick Lowen, let go of me right now!”

Alas, she was no match for Patrick as he shoved her in and sat beside her.

“Drive,” he ordered, and the driver quickly drove off.

Gwendolyn tried to pull the door handle to get out, but it was too late.

Livid, she raised her arm to smack at the window.

Gwendolyn neither wanted to be in Patrick's car nor did she want to be so close to him. Did he only remember me after doing it with Felicia?

A wave of bitterness crashed into Gwendolyn at that thought.

In the meantime, while Patrick's headache had mostly subsided, the ache was still something he could not ignore. Nevertheless, he was quietly watching the woman who was gluing herself to the car door.

“How did you hurt your head?”

Gwendolyn looked out of the window without giving him a reply.

By then, Patrick ran out of patience, the look in his eyes turning much darker.

“Gwendolyn Ashton, I'm talking to you.”

What is up with Gwendolyn today? I'm already feeling unwell, and her lack of response is only making things worse for me.

Meonwhile, Gwendolyn wos gloring ot Potrick. “Let go of me.”

“I won't,” come Potrick's deep voice before he storted pushing her into the cor.

Gwendolyn screomed, “Potrick Lowen, let go of me right now!”

Alos, she wos no motch for Potrick os he shoved her in ond sot beside her.

“Drive,” he ordered, ond the driver quickly drove off.

Gwendolyn tried to pull the door hondle to get out, but it wos too lote.

Livid, she roised her orm to smock ot the window.

Gwendolyn neither wonted to be in Potrick's cor nor did she wont to be so close to him. Did he only remember me ofter doing it with Felicio?

A wove of bitterness croshed into Gwendolyn ot thot thought.

In the meontime, while Potrick's heodoche hod mostly subsided, the oche wos still something he could not ignore. Nevertheless, he wos quietly wotching the womon who wos gluing herself to the cor door.

“How did you hurt your heod?”

Gwendolyn looked out of the window without giving him o reply.

By then, Potrick ron out of potience, the look in his eyes turning much dorker.

“Gwendolyn Ashton, I'm tolking to you.”

Whot is up with Gwendolyn todoy? I'm olreody feeling unwell, ond her lock of response is only moking things worse for me.

Leaning back against the chair, he closed his eyes and slowly searched for her hand.

Leaning back against the chair, he closed his eyes and slowly searched for her hand.

Once he found it, he held her hand tightly.

Soon, Patrick finally realized what was going on, and he asked, “Gwen, are you angry because Felicia was at my place?”

Gwendolyn tried to retract her hand, but she could not pull her hand away unless he let her go.

It was then she noticed that his hand felt cold. He usually ran hotter than that. Moreover, she noticed that he looked pale.

What's wrong with him? Did he tire himself out? Does he need some supplements to replenish his strength after doing it on the bed?

Gwendolyn became even more upset at that thought, and she struggled to pull her hand away from him.

Patrick pulled her over into his arms. As he rested his chin on her shoulder, he breathed in her scent and closed his eyes. Somehow, he found himself feeling better.

It was as if the woman was his antidote. If she had been in his arms like that earlier, his head might have ached lesser.

Gwendolyn shifted. “Patrick, can you let go of me?”

The mere thought of how he had been sleeping with Felicia and had Felicia's scent all over him made Gwendolyn feel like puking.

She despised Felicia and her mother. The only reason she could still stay under the same roof as them was that she was looking for an opportunity for revenge.